This afternoon, after a couple of weeks of events and having “things” come up, I made it over to the nursing home for a couple of hours to see Emory and Kathryn. Both of them had gone in the facility van to a restaurant for lunch earlier and Emory was pretty tired, so when dinnertime came around, he convinced the staff to let him skip dinner and go to bed. Kathryn went on down to the dining room to get a cup of hot chocolate and after seeing her settled, I headed home.

Somewhere on Rte. 6  – on the bendy section of  the Ind 9 dogleg – I started thinking that I don’t think of myself as looking the way I do in the mirror, and I don’t mean just shape. We’re talking face as well. Now, I recognize myself when I pass a mirror, look at a picture, or catch a glimpse in a window, but it’s not how I see myself in my mind. I have learned what the mirror says I look like, yet I am always thinking, “How can I look like that?” So what do I think I look like? Well, darned if I know.

Even thinking about what I see in my mind when I think of myself doing something comes up with a blur – just an ephemeral poof person.

In The Music Man, the method for learning to play an instrument was thinking; maybe I can think myself into a good look. Yeah, I’ll have to sit here and think.

The house was sleeping – everything as quiet as a mouse – and I, AmeliaJake the Great and Wonderful Grandma of Limitless Talents, awoke in plenty of time to get Summer to the school for the bus to Cedar Point.

See, she is smiling

as she zips herself into my treasured Pacific Beach windbreaker.

It is supposed to be chilly and rainy there with a possibility of thunderstorms. I think, however, she is going for the “I’m on my own” feeling more than the rides. Last year, we looked up all the ride videos on the Cedar Point site and rode the virtual front seat . . . and oooohed and ahhhhed and fake screamed. This year that was old, dontcha know. She’s a veteran.

When Der Bingle was in Georgia, he introduced me to BC Powder – a pain reliever that came in powdered form (obviously) inside a package that resembled a stick of gum. For some reason, it tickled my fancy – made me think of Driving Miss Daisy, perhaps. Besides the package looked so retro and bland, it gave you a feeling of being young and having your grandma take care of an ache for you. And being powdered, it had a head start on working, especially when I washed it down with half-Coke, half-Diet Coke.

Included on the BC Powder website are interesting little links:

And then they pose the question: How do you take your BC Powder –  Straight Shooter, Tough Guy, Mixer.

Last night, after a long, trying day for me, Der Bingle called to let me know about a commercial he had just seen about Bayer Aspirin going crystal, so I took myself over to CVS and looked to see if Kendallville was up on the times. YES!!! So I bought a package.

And I came home and opened it up and took out one of the little gum-like stick things and poured it in my mouth and it didn’t taste bad, It was a little hard to get into, though. The instructions said to pinch at the arrow and tear. I wound up ripping it open with my teeth.

It tasted not bad at all. But it’s expensive and it is kind of a challenge to BC Powder myself.